Dayum! At my last gig at the Bring-A-Weapon Saloon, I wish I could have taken a pic of my groupie. Her name is Nancy. She's so tongue-tied, I can hardly understand a word she says. When sober. But she's rarely sober. But she is a dancing machine. Even if I play something slow, she's out there bumping and grinding by herself. All of the men in the bar make fun of her. Actually, all of the women do, too. She's ripe for making fun of.
Couple of weeks ago, I had to say some wirty dords to get her to LEAVE ME ALONE. Every song, bar none, she's yakking away right in my face and I can't get the song set up. She's not very purty either. Not like yours, Gary. That's a nice collection.
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Bill
SmallGig.com
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